The Pride came out of hyperspace right on schedule. Evan's twenty-four pilots sat in their Z-95s, ready for combat. As Evan launched he felt a great feeling of excitment, like he always did before entering combat. He knew that any mission could be his last and he was always excited to meet the challenge. Immediatly ahead of them was an Imperial frigate. Clearly shaken, is took a while to launch its TIEs. The four Rebel corvettes sat at the ready and were prepared to fire. When the TIEs came closer, the corvettes opened fire and scattered the inexperianced TIE pilots. Just like the last battle. They were quickly slaughtered, not a single Z-95 was lost. Meanwhile, the frigate had been hit by the Y-wings and had become victim to a merciless barrage of ion canons from the dreadnoughts. Transports began to arrive. Some went to follow the Y-wings as they moved to disable the freighters. The rest went to capture the frigate. The station's TIE's had now been launched and were moving to intercept the Y-wings, but the Z-95s had diffrent ideas. They intercepted the would-be interceptors in a one sided engagment. It was once again clear that the Imperial pilots and their starfighters were unsuitable for heated combat. Evan managed to vaporize one TIE in the intial engagment, but he failed to hunt any others done. The TIEs were quickly scattered and smashed. The Z-95s once again proved their superiority to TIE fighters, only one was lost. The operation was once again a complete sucess. Two Y-wings and one Z-95 lost. Three freighters captured and one destroyed. An Imperial frigate captured. The station itself might have been attacked, but the worry of Imperial reinforcments kept this from happening. Evan was once again pleased with his pilots.